Lea’s Dream

The moon was shining brightly and I was on my way home.  Suddenly something went wrong.  Everything became dark and I was caught in a pair of strong arms.  It was useless for me to try to wrench myself free.  I was not in pain, but I was a prisoner.  I tried to be patient and not make an outcry.  Finally, my captors’ footsteps died away.  This situation had to be solved.

Cautiously, I felt my way around in my prison and could not feel anything, but a wall.  Oh, what a predicament?  I was in a barrel.  I groped around again to find the bottom of the barrel was springy.  I could not make traveling like this.  To my great sorrow there were springs in the bottom of the barrel.

Another thought came to my mind.  I would try to find the top of this horrible place.  I raised my hands over my head and found another wall.  Again, I was defeated.  My captors’ had placed a lid on the barrel.  Now, what was I to do?  I did not give up, but continued feeling my way about.  All of a sudden my hands came in contact with something.  I seized on to it and I decided I would swing over the top.  My foot slipped and I was caught in some kind of a metal trap.  I did not let go my hold on the overhead object, but to no avail.  It turned loose with a loud tearing sound.  I fell to my hands and knees completely exhausted.  Now, I was awake.  My foot hurt.  I had stepped too near the edge of the bed and the springs had caught it.  I looked up and I had pulled the light fixture down.  What a dream!

By: Lula Gregory Flynn